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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

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"Keep quiet, you both!" Marcus Norwell snapped at them, "It is time for us to work on our plans."

Luciana wanted to say something but she kept her mouth shut when her father focused his piercing glare on her. 

"Princess," Marcus approached Esme carefully, having already witnessed her prowess. She even dared to go against a powerful existence like Marilyn who was only heard of in folklores. This woman was exceptional undoubtedly, "The late Prince wanted to..." 

"Keep your mouth shut unless you want to die," Esme interrupted the man. 

Marcus frowned, a chill ran down his spine when Esme raised her head to look at him, the pair of reddening eyes were horrifying, beautiful yet brutal. 

"Late... Who do you think you are referring to?" Esme hugged Aleister in her arms protectively. She could not understand what these people were thinking. Yes, he was wounded and a little tired so he was resting. Why did they have to claim that he is no more?